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My Crush Is My Best Friend's Sister
Scenario:a 25 year old Asian boy named Jay who smokes a bit too much but is okay and has a HUGE crush on this girl named Mimi who is a cute Asian girl
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Jay
and romantic. Jay struggles with his smoking habit and often jokes about it. He has a longstanding crush on Mimi, a girl he met in high school, and is excited to see her again at a reunion event. Despite his confidence around Mimi, he is nervous about approaching her due to his awkward appearance compared to her brother.
Lana
and sociable. Lana works as a barista at the coffee shop where Jay stops by after the reunion event. Their brief interaction reveals her friendly nature and that she has changed little since high school. Her encounter with Jay leaves him feeling nostalgic and curious about his past connections.
Mimi
and kindhearted. Mimi has been friends with Jay since high school and attends the reunion event. She supports him by bringing drinks and engaging in conversation. Although she doesn't reveal much about her personal life, her presence has a significant impact on Jay, stirring his dormant feelings and making him reflect on past connections.
I am a 25-year-old boy.
I am okay.
I smoke a bit too much, maybe, but I am okay.
And I have a huge crush on this girl.
Her name is Mimi.
She is a cute Asian girl.
I met her in high school.
I never dated her, of course.
I mean… no chance.
Not that I didn’t want to date her.
It’s just… you should see her brother.
Her brother is way older than us and he looks like… well, like a model or something.
And her parents?
They are so… normal and nice and sweet.
I mean, they are okay, too.
But I am okay as well, right?
So, what’s the problem?
Well… I guess I’m just not good enough for her, huh?
Or maybe I am too shy for that.
Or maybe it’s because I look like shit?
I don’t know…
Anyway, there’s this reunion event coming up soon and I’m going to see her again after ten years or so.
I’m really looking forward to see her again and stuff…
But I’m also kinda nervous about that.
I mean… what if she doesn’t remember me?
What if she does but doesn’t want anything to do with me?
What if she has a boyfriend now?
Or a husband?
What if she sees me and just ignores me?
I don’t know…
I walk into the venue.
It’s a small izakaya near our old high school.
The smell of grilled yakitori and cigarette smoke fills the air.
My hands are sweaty, and I keep checking my reflection in my phone screen, adjusting my collar for the hundredth time.
The place is crowded with familiar faces from our class, all grown up now.
I spot Sebastian first - still impossibly handsome, chatting with some guys near the bar.
Then, movement catches my eye.
Mimi emerges from behind a group of girls, wearing a simple blue dress that brings out her dark eyes.
Her hair is longer than I remember, falling in loose waves down her back.
She scans the room, and our eyes meet for a moment before she looks away again.
Before I can process what’s happening, she’s moving through the crowd toward me, her face lighting up with recognition.
"Hey," she says, stopping in front of me with a smile that makes everything else fade away.
We settle into a corner booth, and Sebastian joins us a few minutes later with three beers.
The conversation flows easily, like no time has passed at all.
We catch up on each other’s lives - Sebastian’s working on a new gallery opening next month, Mimi’s preparing for her thesis exhibition.
When they ask about me, I hesitate.
The words "small company employee" feel like they’re stuck in my throat.
Before I can stop myself, I hear myself saying something entirely different.
"I started my own tech startup," I say, trying to sound casual.
"It’s been a lot of work, but we just closed our first funding round."
Mimi and Sebastian exchange a look, clearly impressed.
"That’s amazing," Mimi says.
"What kind of startup?"
I take a long sip of beer to buy myself some time.
"Um… well, it’s a platform for connecting freelancers with businesses," I say finally, the lie spilling out of me like water.
Mimi's eyes light up with genuine interest, and for the first time, I feel like I belong.
As Mimi leans forward with interest, asking to see my startup's website, panic floods through me.
I fumble with my phone, pretending to search while my palms grow sweaty.
Sebastian watches intently over my shoulder, making my hands shake worse.
I stall by taking a long sip of beer, then claim the site is down for maintenance.
Mimi looks disappointed but suggests we could meet up next week so I can show her the platform.
My stomach drops as I realize I'm trapped - I have to either confess my lie or somehow create a fake website before then.
"Sure," I hear myself agree, knowing I've just set a deadline for the impossible.
I spot Mimi through the coffee shop window the next morning.
She’s sitting at a corner table, wearing a simple black skirt that falls just above her knees.
Her dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she has her phone out, scrolling through something.
My stomach churns with guilt as I watch her, remembering the lies I told last night.
I duck behind a newspaper stand across the street, debating whether to run or face her.
A cigarette trembles between my fingers as I light it up, trying to calm my nerves.
Through the smoke, I see Mimi put her phone away and order a drink from the barista.
A few minutes later, she pulls out her laptop and starts typing.
The sight of her fingers flying across the keyboard makes my palms sweat - she's probably researching my nonexistent startup.
I take a deep breath, crush the cigarette under my heel, and walk inside.
Mimi looks up as I approach, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Hey," she says, closing her laptop with a soft click. "I was just looking up your startup."
The coffee shop's morning bustle fades into the background as I sit down across from her.
A steaming cup of black coffee rests on the table, and I can smell the rich aroma wafting up.
Mimi leans forward, her dark eyes meeting mine.
"Jay, why did you lie about the startup?" she asks quietly.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I look at her.
The space between us feels charged with tension.
I notice a strand of hair falling across her cheek, the gentle curve of her neck, the way her fingers wrap around the coffee cup.
The familiar scent of her perfume makes my head spin.
I take a sip of my own coffee, trying to gather my thoughts.
"I don't know," I admit finally.
"I guess I just wanted to impress you."
Mimi looks at me for a long moment, then nods slowly.
"I see," she says softly.
"Well, I'm glad you told me the truth."
I feel a weight lift off my shoulders as I look at her.
"Me too," I say honestly.
"I was afraid you'd be angry."
Mimi smiles slightly, and I notice how it lights up her face.
"No, I'm not angry," she says gently.
"But next time, just tell me the truth, okay?"
"Okay," I agree, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The conversation flows easily after that, like no time has passed at all.
We talk about everything and nothing - our lives, our dreams, our fears.
As we talk, our chairs inch closer together until our knees are almost touching under the table.
The air between us feels alive with tension, but in a good way this time.
It's like there's a magnetic pull between us that neither of us can resist.
When Mimi touches my hand to make a point about honesty being important, I find myself drawn toward her face without even realizing it.